A Knock On The Door
When Ragnar Marshall got home, he went straight to Cassie’s room. Cassie welcomed him gladly and made him have a look at their son who was rapidly developing. “Isn’t he looking so healthy, Mr. Ragnar?” Cassie asked as she carried him on her shoulder.
Ragnar Marshall responded, “he’s healthy.”
“Would you mind carrying him? He’s your son and you have never carried him?” She asked.
Ragnar Marshall stretched his hand and as he received the baby from her, the baby immediately let out a loud cry, as though he didn’t want anyone else to carry him apart from Cassie.
“I guess he didn’t like me,” Ragnar Marshall retracted his hand.
“That’s not true, sir. It’s because he is yet to come to terms with the fact that you are his father. You don’t give him any attention at all,” Cassie said, this time, the baby has stopped crying and was only looking at Ragnar Marshall as though he was looking at a stranger.
“Indeed. I haven’t been a good father to him.” He admitted.
“It’s not too late to change. Our baby is still small. You can always come to check him every night, that way, he will get really close to you,” she suggested.
Ragnar Marshall didn’t know why he felt so uncomfortable in Cassie’s room, his legs were already burning him, as though he can’t wait to leave.
“And… you haven’t christened him, yet” Cassie said.
“Just think of a name and give him. I have lots on my mind right now,” he said. “Let’s eat together already so I can leave, I have lots of things to do.”
Cassie’s heart grow sour, this man didn’t like her at all and he made it so obvious. He can’t even afford to pretend.
She made it look like she has his baby yet it didn’t even get them closer, the only thing she had gained from her hard work so far was the opportunity to be able to move into his house.
“Okay, sir.” Cassie placed the baby on her bed and then lead her to the dinning area. She quickly went to serve the table and soon, they were both seated, opposite eachother.
“I hope you like the food,” Cassie said with a smile as they ate however, Ragnar Marshall was quiet. After he was done eating, he stood, “I’ll check on you more often than I use to. Bye.” Then he walked away.
Cassie flipped the dinning table over out of anger. It seemed all her labor keeps fallen into vanity. “Ragnar Marshall, it’s me or no one else.” She swore underneath her breath, panting in anger.
About three hours later, Cassie tiptoed carefully to Ragnar Marshall’s room, she twisted the knob gently and on opening it, she saw that he was already sleeping. “Good!” She mumbled.
The drug she had put inside his food doesn’t start to work until after two hours had passed. She had used that type of drug so that he wouldn’t suspect that the food is drugged.
She sighed with an abnormally beating heart, she was scared. What if he wakes? Won’t she be in trouble? Yet, it’s necessary that she carries his legitimate baby. That baby with her is just an illegitimate baby. Sooner or later, she knew the truth will always find it’s way out. Until then, she must act.
She walked over to Ragnar Marshall’s bed and sat gently, looking fearfully at his face. It was as though his closed eyes will suddenly flutter open. She breathed in heavily, held it for a while then let it out. Afterwards, she crawled up to him and laid on his body, she was like that for a few seconds, savoring his sweet scent and warming herself on his body. She pecked him in the cheek but he was still asleep.
It seems the drug is really working, she thought to herself. Then she began to loosen the botton of his white T shirt. After she was done, she carefully removed the shirt from his body, leaving his big chest and abs bare. She couldn’t help but salivate at the hotness of his body, she even kissed the middle of his chest.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
She then placed her hand on his belt and began to unhook it, she had just removed the belt when the door suddenly opened. She turned back in fear but calmed when she saw Rollo.
“Rollo, what in the world are you doing here?” She asked.
“Trying to kill the murderer of my father, of course,” Rollo answered.
She sighed, “What will his death profit you? Can’t you think of another way to get your revenge? I still need him.”
Rollo walked inside and said, “it seems you drugged him?” Thoughtfully, he added, “perhaps, so he can have sex with you, right?”
“Yes.” Cassie stood from Ragnar Marshall’s body.
“That wouldn’t be necessary. You don’t need a dead man’s son,” Rollo said and brought out a knife from his pocket.
“Rollo, I can’t let you,” Cassie said, thinking of the possible consequences of Ragnar Marshall’s death.
“Shut up or I’ll kill you too,” he said then realized Cassie wanted to walk out, he quickly ran to the door before she could get there and closed it. “You want to go and call the cops, huh?”
“Sit down there and don’t make a noise.” He ordered.
Cassie was now scared. She had never seen this murderous look on Rollo’s face before. She went to sit obediently on one of the two couches in the room.
“If you want something else, Rollo, you can let me know. I will immediately arrange it. I don’t want Ragnar Marshall to die,” Cassie couldn’t help but speak.
Rollo walked up to her and removed the tape in his pocket then sealed her mouth with it. “You won’t be the one to tell me what to do with the murderer of my father.”
Rollo then walked up to Ragnar Marshall whose eyes was still closed and was obviously sleeping. He placed the knife to his throat and then thought, this man, Ragnar Marshall cut off his dick, leaving him incomplete as a man, infact, he even cut his father’s leg ruthlessly, why should he give such a man a painless death? It’s most people’s wish to have such a peaceful death.
No, he must let Ragnar Marshall suffer to death as well.
But carrying him out of here maybe too risky yet he didn’t have much time, perhaps, he should just kill him and get this over with.
As he was about to slit his throat, a knock landed on the door.